I steel myself
Against the ice bright,
Day-Glo war machine
That marches
Relentless through my head.
Batten down the hatches.
I send forth my firing squad,
My battalion on the front lines.
Loosed in the maelstrom
Lost in the mire.
I’m quaking in my boots
As the ground
Shakes in tremors
Beneath my feet.
1,2,3,4 BOOM!
An explosion of sound
And colour perforates my eardrums.
1,2,3,4 BOOM!
Shrapnel pierces my flesh
And I go down
Out for the count.
Now count me in,
As I come to,
1,2,3,4 Boom!
Sometimes I lose my battles,
But my war is almost won.
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